Along the way, Lumien relied on his quick eyes and quick hands to dodge several waiters who came out with food or brought back used utensils.

Not long after, he approached the kitchen and saw a mess inside:

The unwashed dishes were haphazardly stacked in the sink, layered on top of each other, full of oil, and two dishwashers stood there all the time, cleaning them incessantly;

Several stoves spewed yellowish flames, making this small area several degrees hotter than the outside, everyone was sweating and busy, three chefs in white aprons, cooking different dishes, pouring them into the plate from time to time, dipping a little juice or twisting a small piece of food with their fingers in their mouths, tasting the taste, and when they were done, they wiped the apron casually and began to cook the second course, and the waiter with the chef's permission picked up the corresponding plate and walked outside, Their thumbs often touch dishes and soups, and they don't care at all, and several assistant cooks are busy around the cabinetmaker or cutting vegetables, or processing fish, or cleaning other ingredients, or dumping garbage, or delivering condiments and other contentions, but no matter how hard they try, the kitchen still looks very messy, on the ground, around the stove, near the sink are scattered a lot of vegetable leaves, fish scales and fruit peels are full of oil, echoing here mainly the scolding and shouting of the chef and the cook, very lively.

If Lumien had closed his eyes and listened with his ears alone, he would have thought that this was a chaotic battlefield.

Thanks to this situation, he easily avoided the busy crowd and went to the cabinet where all kinds of ingredients were stored, and then crawled up to the ceiling with the help of baffles, handles, and gray-white gas and water pipes, and drilled into the ventilation ducts located there.

The strong smell of oil smoke pierced Lumian's nose, almost fainting his keen sense of smell.

Relying on the "dervishes's" ability to endure all kinds of extreme conditions, Lumian forced himself to crawl forward along the ventilation tunnel, sometimes upward, that is, for more than ten seconds, he poked his head out from the top of a league bathroom on the second floor.

After making sure that there was no one here, Lumien jumped down and walked briskly to the door, looking covertly to the side of the hallway.

It was quiet, except for the two gangsters guarding the exit of the stairs, and their attention was all on the first floor, not paying attention to the situation behind them.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, discerning his destination, and hunched over to the next room.

The door was locked, but it didn't bother Lumian, and he pushed it open with a few clicks of the half-wire he had with him.

As Jane described, the bathroom attached to Hammer Aite's room had no windowsill that extended outward, only a decorative bulge that barely allowed one to stand sideways.

Even for the "Hunter", it was quite difficult to jump from this side of the ledge to that bulge and stand firmly, but luckily Lumian was still a "dancer" with exaggerated flexibility to the point of not being human.

After a brief observation, he jumped and stepped on the bulge with his right foot, but the left side of his body lost his balance a little and fell in the direction of the fall.

At the critical moment, Lumian's body shook like a spring, slammed into the bathroom, and grabbed the window frame with his right hand.

He stood still, crouched down sideways, half of his head exposed, and quietly looked into the room.

The door to the bathroom was not closed, and from time to time gangsters patrolled by.

Lumian waited patiently for a while, figured out the pattern, and took advantage of the fact that the area opposite the bathroom door was temporarily unoccupied, and used Hedsey's dagger to pry open the window and climb in.

Unhurriedly, he turned and closed the glass window quite firmly, and only then flashed to the bottom of the tub, where he was covered by the curtain that hung there and had not yet been unfolded.

After successfully completing the infiltration, Lumien put the few items that he would need later in a more convenient place to take them out, and confirmed their respective locations, so as not to take them wrong in a panic.

Then, he stood there like a statue, listening to the movement in the room outside.

"Hammer" Aite sometimes asks the dancehall manager about his recent earnings, sometimes angrily reprimands his subordinates, sometimes laughs at the top dancers, accompanied by seemingly intimate movements.

After a while, after the dancehall manager and the leading dancer had left, Aite seemed to stand up and paced there slowly.

He said to a few blacks in the room: "In the last few days, you have released all your men and visited our territory from house to house in order to make sure that the congressman who can be elected to the market district in next week's general election!"

Yo, you gangsters are still interfering in congressional elections? Lumien was both surprised and not so surprised.

Trier's gang cannot grow and develop if there is no support behind them, and they have a good relationship with some high-level officials of the police department and the police headquarters, and they are either protected by powerful politicians or belong to the black gloves of big businessmen, and big businessmen must have certain interests involved with high-ranking government officials, church elites, and military generals.

What Lumien didn't expect was that the man behind the Stingers had ambitions to win a seat in Congress, and he originally thought that he would be at most at the level of the Market District Police Commissioner or the Trier City Council.

Intis is a parliamentary republic, with constituencies electing members to form the National Council, and the National Assembly appoints the president and the prime minister, who are responsible for appointing ministers, which of course must be approved by the National Assembly.

The National Assembly also has the power to legislate, declare war, and determine the government's budget, and every member of Congress is a person of real power.

At present, there are more than 300 members of the National Convention, a tenth of whom are from the original nobility, headed by members of the former royal family of Sauron, and the remaining seats are divided according to population and economic status into different provinces and territories, known as the Trier Region.

In terms of population and economic status, Trier is second to none in the whole of Intis and the entire Trier region, with nearly 40 seats allocated to the whole country.

That's almost forty seats, and then it's broken down into twenty districts, and there are four or five councillors at the most, and one at the least, and they're ex-officio members of the city council!

The honest market district belongs to the small type of constituency, with only one parliamentary seat, and whoever is elected is the most powerful and influential person here.

At present, whether it is the ruling National Party, the most vocal Enlightened Party, or the Change Party, which wants to change all kinds of ills, they are all doing their best for next week's parliamentary elections.

Whoever gets a simple majority of seats in the National Assembly will become the new ruling party, or else he will have to make compromises and concessions and unite with another party.

The Nationalist, Enlightened, and Reform parties were dismissed, and there was also widespread Dissatisfaction with the current system's attempts to overthrow all of them by force, the Imperial Party (the Restorationists who worshiped Russell) and the Charcoal Party.

Those gangster thugs responded to "Hammer" Aite one after another, saying that there would be no mistake.

But they never mentioned which party they were rooting for, much to Lumien's frustration.

Say it!

After telling the election about the election, Hammer and Aite said to their subordinates: "You go out for a while, and I will let you come in and come in again."

"What needs to be done?" Lumian was amazed.

Soon, the gangsters left the room, leaving Aite alone.

Lumien didn't act, because after careful analysis, he decided that fighting "Hammer" Ai in the bathroom would be more targeted than outside without "Fallen Mercury".

The room outside had become fairly quiet, and Lumien had tried his best to hear something barely heard.

It seemed to be the "Hammer" Aite muttering to himself: "Protector of the wicked.... The Lady Who Conceived the Spirits ....."

A lady who conceives a god? That sounds amazing.... Is Aite praying, praying to some hidden being? Does it seem like there are four sentences, or five descriptions? This is not the same as the common three-stage form....

Lumian probably guessed what Aite "Hammer" was doing.

As to who he prayed to, Lumian could not guess from only half the barely heard description.

This is outside the scope of his current knowledge of theology.

Faintly, Lumi sensed that the room outside was full of malice, yes, it was the room itself that had become evil.

Lumian held his breath, regained his spirit, and did not dare to listen to the outside movement anymore After a while, the feeling dissipated and everything returned to normal.

Lumien exhaled slowly and moved his palm.

At this time, "Hammer" Aite let his men who had gone out before return to the room.

Lumien continued to wait.

Minutes and seconds passed, and at last, he heard the heaviest footsteps coming in the direction of the bathroom.

This was the footsteps of Aite "Hammer", and Lumian had just made out the difference.

He pulled out a vial of Golden Thirst, the one marked with a scratch on it.

Then, he unscrewed the cap and stuffed a long, thin ball of paper into the mouth of the bottle.

After a few seconds, as the footsteps approached the bathroom, Lumian pulled out the paper and screwed the cap.

Then he split the paper in two and shoved it into his nose.

The stench of fermented feces hit Lumian's mind, and he was so excited that tears were about to flow, and his right hand instinctively tore out the slender paper ball.

With great perseverance and the "dervishes'" ability to endure the more extreme conditions, Lumian controlled himself, and while his expression twisted and his muscles twitched slightly, he took out another metal vial, which was mostly gas, and opened the lid on it.

Bang dang!

"Hammer" Aite closed the door to the bathroom and walked to the toilet.

It suddenly became a semi-enclosed space, with only a little fresh air coming in through the gaps in the doors and windows.

Well, he has a serious blood-light plague ....

Lu Migong looked at the fortune and quietly shook up the open metal vial, indicating that the colorless and odorless gas in it volatilized and filled the flow room.

This is the drug made by the pervert Hedsey, a drug that can make an "assassin" lose a large part of his strength at close range, even if he just smells a little smell that escapes! This is a great fit for a cramped, semi-enclosed space like a bathroom.

This is the trap that Lumian set for Aite "Hammer"!

Of course, it will take a lot of time for those gases to fill the washroom and work to some extent, after all, this is not a close sniff.

The next thing Lumien had to do was to keep Hammer Aite from leaving the bathroom, and to prevent anyone outside from opening the door, he placed the open metal vial on the edge of the tub, took out Jana's revolver, and through the curtain, aimed at the toilet area.